Vast numbers of wild cultivators and great demons thanked Wang Quan and Ying Jiaren fervently.
That was because the little over two hours of preaching had truly brought them enormous gains.
Especially those great demons.
For some unknown reason, these great demons had advanced by leaps and bounds through the pair's preaching.
The most formidable among them were the great demons who had pioneered pouring molten metal over their sinews and bones and injecting pigments into their blood vessels.
Their strength had snowballed.
At the very least, it had increased more than tenfold; at most, several dozenfold.
Many great demons had undergone bloodline atavism, becoming noble, powerful, and possessed of deep reserves.
One fish demon had even reverted into a Kunpeng.
Although he was only the weakest kind of Kunpeng, his emergence still made countless great demons envious.
"Praise Wang Quan!"
"Praise Jiaren!"
"Praise! Praise! Praise!"
The wild cultivators and great demons sang their praises.
Nine-Tailed Yaoyao and the others also thanked the pair.
That was because they had gained even more.
These Legend Cultivators had all obtained physical Divine Abilities, remedying weaknesses and shortcomings they had never noticed, all without cost.
These physical Divine Abilities became their trump cards, peerless foundations they could pass down to their blood descendants.
At that moment, one Legend Cultivator even sighed. "Barring any unforeseen circumstances, more than a dozen top-tier Lineages enduring through the ages will be born in this world."
"And we will be the founding ancestors of those Lineages."
"Right now, we ought to thank them more and butter them up."
"If we do a good enough job, perhaps the two of them will preach some more, and we can get a few more physical Divine Abilities."
The many Legend Cultivators nodded at those words.
But they were all Legend Cultivators.